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: Hey, where are we going? Royce
: Someone put us on this rock. There's got to be a way off it.
[Falconer's aerial device flies overhead
: [Stans instinctively pulls out his knife
] What the fuck? Stans
: [Stans looks at his knife then looks at how everyone else has a gun
] Hey. You know what? Fuck this. This is bullshit, man. I want a gun. Stans
: [to Cuchillo
] Come on, man, you got two motherfucking guns, man. Somebody give me a gun. Stans
: [to Nikolai
] Come on, Russian. You got a big fucking gun. Stans
: [to Mombasa
] Come on, man. Give me a gun.
[Stans puts his knife to Mombasa's throat
: Give me your gun. Right now. Give me your gun. Mombasa
: [Mombasa puts his sidearm to Stans' chin
] I'm ready to die. Are you?
: [to Stans
] I will finish what you started.
[a Predator dog is attacking Stans
[Stans starts stabbing the dog repeatedly
: Fuck you! Fuck you! Mombasa
: [Mombasa shoots the dog and its blood splashes all over Stans
] Looking good there, boss.
[the group finds a monolith with a pile of skulls and bones at its base
: What the hell is that? Isabelle
: Who would do this? Mombasa
: Whoever they are, they take trophies. In my culture the warrior with the greatest trophies commands the most respect. Stans
: Whatever. Nikolai
: It's a test. To see how we do under pressure. Isabelle
: If this were a test, you'd all be military. Total strangers. Live rounds. This is something else. Cuchillo
: Maybe it's ransom. Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you, put you in an oil drum. The ransom's not paid, we light you on fire. Stans
: I hear these stories about these experiments they run on cons. They stick drugs in your food and they sit back and watch what happens. Edwin
: Well, it's not drugs. If it was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling residual side effects. Loss of motor skills, blurry vision. And if it was a behavioral experiment... I mean, there... There'd be a point. Mombasa
: What if we are dead? Stans
: I was going to be executed in two days. Nikolai
: And I was in combat. Mombasa
: So was I. Cuchillo
: This is hell. Royce
: Last time I looked, you didn't need a parachute to get there. But it doesn't matter what happened, or why. We're here. Only question is, how do we get out?
[after the group narrowly escapes a heavily booby-trapped area, they find a rotting corpse whose chest is blown out
: We triggered a dead man's trap. Edwin
: It's two weeks, judging from the rate of decomposition. Nikolai
: He took up a position here. Shooting in all directions. This was a last stand.
[Nikolai Checks the man's pocket and finds some documents
: United States Special Forces. This is strange. He is supposed to be deployed in Afghanistan. Stans
: What's he doing here, setting traps for us? Royce
: They weren't meant for us. He was hunting something else. Something a lot bigger. Edwin
: Bigger? Royce
: The trunk was a deadfall. Rule of thumb with a deadfall is you set the weight five times that of the target animal. Whatever it was, got through the trip wires. And did this.
[Stans and Mombasa are fighting. Then just as Stans goes to hit Mombasa with a log, he sees the rest of the group watching them
: You with him? Isabelle
[Mombasa shoves Stans off
: Then why don't you mind your own fucking business? Isabelle
: We have bigger problems right now. Stans
: Okay, "boss". Whatever you say. Mombasa
: [Grabs Stans
] I will finish, what *you* started! Stans
: Strength in numbers huh? Isabelle
: Something like that. Stans
: Yeah, then maybe we should get that guy hanging in the tree?
: As bad as you are, those things are worse.
[they find Cuchillo's body in a trap
: Wound one man. Make him suffer. Make him bleed. Make him call out for help, and set a trap and kill those who come. I know because I have done this. Stans
: So we're gonna leave him here, right? Come on, look at him. He's done.There's nothing else we can do, right? Right? Royce
: We leave him. Isabelle
: I can't. Royce
: Then, that's on you.
[they all see the strung up Predator
: What the fuck is that thing? Isabelle
: This is a mistake. We have to leave. Now. Edwin
: [about Royce
] Where's the tough guy? Isabelle
: He left us. Mombasa
: It's here.